[Intro]

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[Verse 1: KayyKayy]

SinSquad way too steppy, messy

We scored on OJ and Jerry

Run a man down with my blade already

Chest, neck, back, or belly

Free Z, free Z, used to love that semi

One in the head, no headie

Free Trilly, pressured the pitch like Messi

Got him on the wing like Jesse

[Verse 2: Bully B]

I slapped corn in the 9

The whole of the block took bine

She wid it, she wid what?

She better get out the firing line

Beef with the L sounds likе suicide

If you try glide then you bеtter do it right

If you wanna run, make sure your shoes tied

Or get knocked wit' Snoochie Shy

[Verse 3: 6ix]

Civilians screamin' out "He ain't a bad man"

We know, he ain't like that

If you're on us, come fight back

I don't know how they jump on tracks and lie in raps, that shit is cap

Don't be movin' like a handicap

If I was there, it would've been a wrap

And that's straight facts

[Verse 4: LR]

Lack, lack, get twisted

No rambo, so I step wit' my kitchen

How you tryna walk on roads wit' gyal?

You can't get passed if you ain't from this district

Man talk shit and they still get fisted

He should've left with stitches

But he left limpin', so I'm still grinnin' (But he left limpin', so I'm still)

[Verse 5: KayyKayy]

Buck into opps, they're shy like Snoochie

Buck into Jigga and act like "Who's he?"

I slide like Drizzy, glizzy, Toosie

We're shootin' movie clips, boosie

The bells ain't little like Durk and Uzi

Turn a litch car to a whooptie

Hop out the ride, give him more than a two piece

Left that wet like my shorty's coochie

[Verse 6: Bully B]

Lemme get my hands on Headie or Tion

And I'll show bout' celebrity juice

Numerous drills got done by man

Numerous drills got done by bruce

'Round here, we don't spin no coupe

Just reverse it quick, hop out and shoot

And if you hear Ty skiddin' in the 2's

Just know me and bruce tried put him in a zoot

[Verse 7: 6ix]

We tried get him, but we got his friend

Oh shit, that shit was ments

Corn woulda took off a big man's head

But instead, he fled

I'm tryna leave him covered in red

It ain't no biggie, the flag ain't red

I thought that they said OFB run Tottenham

My man don't lift, I've ran out of options

Then he got left unconscious, that shit was obnoxious

[Verse 8: LR]

Hit the next right, it's feds I'm dodgin'

I don't like them, they don't like man

So if I see 'em, I'm doin' up Sonic

Gimme the ting, I'll rise and pop it

My man got strangled, got hit wit' the combo

Now, he's on Twitter bout' football gossip

[Verse 9: KayyKayy]

He try come to the L, got hit with a bell

Shoulda patterned artillery

Four man deep wit' four rambzies, tryna plot on the gang, but they had an epiphany

K1 get me high, heard he's a family guy, but it don't mean shit to me

Now, my man's off the pills, link me in the field

Get drilled, put you out of your misery

Didn't ask bro if he's rollin', bruck it open

Put two in the dots and smoke him

Ain't gotta get no drop, you'll leak on your block

If you buck into me while patrollin'

Not into the moanin', I'm not controllin'

Whip it out, suck, slow motion

JV is a G like EST

If I'm goin', he's forever rollin'